Dragons are magical creatures born with the ability to fly.

After seeing Muriya fly up into the sky, the young dragons all spread their broad crimson wings and followed suit, though Cynthia and Leinata were the least enthusiastic, intentionally lagging behind. In the sky, Muriya, with his faster flying speed and more experience, toyed with the young dragons. He found it quite easy to deal with them now. Moreover, two of the six young dragons were lazing around. Being older, stronger, and faster in flight, and having mastered offensive spells from the first to fourth circles, Muriya couldn't think of any reason why he would lose to them now.

Looking down from the sky, Muriya was surprised. "They can still climb out? Are they truly among the strongest of dragons?"

On the granite slab floor of the arena, in the dragon-shaped pit created by Muriya, Oston staggered out. After a few steps, its swaying body returned to normal.

Oston narrowed its red dragon eyes and looked up at the sky. Then it spread its wings, ran a few steps, and flew up into the sky, joining the battle against Muriya.

"This vitality and physical resilience... dragons are truly extraordinary creatures," Muriya muttered, realizing that even with his strength, he couldn't defeat them easily. "Even with steel-like bones, that blow should have at least knocked it out. Yet it barely had any effect."

Muriya gained a new understanding of the dragons' physical resilience and recovery ability. "It seems I'll need to step up my game! If I'm going to win, I want to win convincingly."

First circle spell, Magic Missile!

"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!" Dozens of pale blue energy balls were released by Muriya, targeting each of the six young dragons and hitting them.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" These energy balls exploded upon impact, as Muriya expected, causing no magical damage. However, the force of the explosions did slightly affect the young dragons' flight posture.

And that was exactly what Muriya wanted. He flapped his large dragon wings and swiftly charged towards the group of young dragons. Before the others could react, he grabbed one of them by the tail.

"Muriya, no!" Albert, grabbed by Muriya, looked terrified. He weakly watched as Muriya lifted him over his head and slammed him down.

Albert instantly turned into a red meteor and crashed to the ground with a loud thud. The impact directly caused the ground to explode where Albert made contact, sending black and yellow soil flying. Nearby bushes lost their leaves and most of their branches, leaving only a few lonely trunks.

Muriya looked at the dazed Albert and moved his gaze away. It seemed Albert wouldn't be causing him any trouble for a while.

After several rounds of fighting with the other five young dragons, Muriya finally found another opportunity and caught the dragon he most wanted to catch: the youngest female dragon, Leinata.

"Master Muriya, please don't throw me down. I'm afraid of pain," Leinata said tearfully, looking like she was about to cry, which didn't quite match her fierce red dragon appearance.

"Be good. I'll throw you into that lake. Once you're in the water, pretend to be unconscious and don't fly back up," Muriya instructed Leinata, who had secretly been acting as a traitor, constantly reporting to him about the other five young dragons.

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"Okay, okay!" Leinata nodded quickly. She didn't want to fight Muriya, but her brothers and sisters did, so she had to follow along to fit in.

With a splash, Muriya kept his promise and accurately threw Leinata into a freshwater lake formed by rain on the island. Leinata obediently sank into the water, not surfacing again. For dragons, surviving underwater was nothing, even in a poisonous atmosphere. What's a little elemental conflict compared to that?

The other three young dragons didn't notice Leinata's unusual behavior, except Cynthia, who had been swimming with her from the beginning. After looking around for a moment, she came up with an idea.

After several more skirmishes, Cynthia deliberately moved closer to Muriya and was naturally grabbed by him by the neck.

"Can you throw me into the water like Leinata? I promise not to fly back up," Cynthia whispered to Muriya.

"Of course." Muriya, surprised by Cynthia's request, readily agreed. Dragon's physical resilience and recovery were too troublesome. Unable to kill them, Muriya could only wear them down.

In the Crystal Castle,

"The red dragons these days are getting weaker and weaker," Golden Dragon Mother Athris sighed as she sat on the throne, watching the "live broadcast" before her. "But at least they serve some purpose, allowing young Muriya to learn seriously for a while."

"But what about the future? After Muriya wins, he'll definitely become lax and, like most dragons, will do nothing but eat and sleep, becoming a dragon who relies on talent alone," the beautiful girl, sitting on the majestic throne, pondered with some concern.

"Crackle!" Just as Golden Dragon Mother was pondering, a golden thunder pierced through the space beside her. A black-haired, rugged-faced, majestic young man with golden eyes, clad in armor, accompanied by thunder and hurricane, stepped through the torn space and arrived beside Golden Dragon Mother.

"Oh, Ansoar, how have you been in the Abyss?" Golden Dragon Mother greeted the man beside her with familiarity. He was her husband, Muriya's father, the legendary Titan, Ansoar Iapetos.

"Killing demons is quite comfortable," the black-haired youth said, his face full of joy. It was clear he was in a good mood.

"How many demon lords have you killed?"

"I've lost count, but there were six or seven."

"What about the remains of those demon lords?"

"They've been sent to the elves."

"Oh!" Golden Dragon Mother nodded, ending the conversation. She had gotten what she wanted.

However, just because Golden Dragon Mother didn't want to talk didn't mean Titan Ansoar didn't. The Titan, now shrunk to the size of an ordinary human, looked at the crystal screen in front of the throne and smiled.

"I didn't expect my son to grow up so quickly. He seems to be having a good time!"

"It's not just a quick turn, it's been thirteen years," Golden Dragon Mother suddenly remembered something and became interested.

"Thirteen years? Time flies!" Ansoar nodded and sighed.

"Are you planning to go see little Muriya later?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Ansoar looked at Golden Dragon Mother with confusion.

"You can't just go like this." Golden Dragon Mother's mood suddenly became excited. "You see, apart from his birth, Muriya has never seen you. As a father, you've been very neglectful. So, to make up for your mistake, you should prepare a gift for Muriya."

"That makes sense." Ansoar agreed very much and then looked at Golden Dragon Mother. "What do you think I should give my son, whom I haven't seen in thirteen years?"

"Well, I have a suggestion." Golden Dragon Mother smiled with her eyes narrowed. She waved her hand, and one book after another flew around the throne.

"These are all the books Muriya has read since he was born, apart from spell books," Golden Dragon Mother introduced the books to Ansoar.

Ansoar scanned through them: "Hatching of White Dragon Eggs," "Effects of Environment on Dragon Eggs," "Necessary Conditions for Hatching Dragon Eggs," "Care for Dragon Eggs," "Research on the Birth Environment of Dragons"... Seeing the titles of these books, Ansoar naturally drew a conclusion: "My son likes dragon eggs."

Then he looked at the images on the crystal screen, the several young red dragons, and nodded thoughtfully. "He also likes raising dragons."

"Now you understand what gift to give to little Muriya!" Golden Dragon Mother said with a smile.

"I see." Ansoar looked at Golden Dragon Mother. "How many red dragon eggs did you give Muriya?"

"Not many, just six."

"Six?" Ansoar muttered, tearing open the space with a wave of his hand and leaving the Crystal Castle. "I'll go prepare the gift. It might take some time."

Seeing the words left by her husband before leaving, Golden Dragon Mother nodded in satisfaction and returned to her lazy sitting position. "Little Muriya should thank me properly. If it weren't for my reminder, Ansoar wouldn't have thought to prepare a gift." Golden Dragon Mother Athris sighed without realizing she was digging a pit for her child. Because she believed she was thinking for Muriya's future, and indeed she was.

In the sky above the arena, Muriya played with four young dragons, while the little female dragons, Cynthia and Leinata, obediently lay still at the bottom of a lake, pretending to be dead.

"So weak," Muriya thought as he flew in the air. He stared at the four young dragons, occasionally grabbing one and throwing it to the ground, creating one dragon-shaped pit after another on the island.

He wasn't worried about these four young dragons. Muriya could always see that a young dragon slammed into the ground would soon climb out of the pit and continue to attack him.

At this moment, Muriya inexplicably shivered in the air, feeling puzzled. With his current monstrous physique, he was generally immune to ordinary diseases.

Muriya didn't know yet that his father, the legendary Titan Ansoar, had listened to Golden Dragon Mother's advice and was preparing a "sincere" gift for him.